"It is late, and these young gentlemen should be at their themes.

Theology, young sir," he turned to Claude with the slightest shade of over-civility in his pompous tone, "like the pursuit of the Alcahest, which some call the Quintessence of the Elements, allows no rival near its throne!" "I attend my first lecture to-morrow," Claude answered drily.

And he kept his seat.

His face was red and his hand trembled.

They would call her down for their sport, would they! Not in his presence, nor again in his absence, if he could avoid it.
Grio struck the table.